Flashback

[Verse 1: Laws] I’m writing my album in Atlanta Just finished tearing a house down in Tampa These newscasters saying my dirty laundry filling up hampers I keep filling up stangers with feelings of satisfaction and anticipation Like every Laws man, can’t keep ‘em waiting But in the meanwhile, I just touched down like a pedophile Too soon? I think not, this is so much more than hip-hop This is my big shot, yeah, know this is I ain’t a show business but you better show some… Spinning lime backwards when the wifey here And she my hypest critic, I really want her to like my lyrics I know I might lose if my range is broad But I did it last time, it got me this far And the past wasn’t living to the fullest, life set me free like a bullet No Cobain, my style is so propane, so I’m going for the Grammy I’m going for the Pullitzer, might as well throw me the noble I’m still swinging, I ain’t hear no bell, I’m so ill But I have no patience, waiting is aggravating I’m trying to have them saying… [Hook] This is like a flashback, this is like a dream This is like all the things you can take inside a memory This is like a flashback, this is like a dream This is like all the things you can take inside a memory This is like a flashback [Verse 2: Laws] I’m writing my memoirs in Cairo by the pyramids Life is like a slideshow, back home, more clowns than a sideshow I’m trying to do this for my mother like psycho They ask me if I’m ever quitting on the mic though I tell ‘em yes, then I tell ‘em sike, no Too many people still confusing me with my clones So until my record spinning like a cyclone I'mma go with kai flows, no mercy, walking the green mile, no Percy I’m at my late spot, they trying to irk me I’m saying this is a celebration, Charlie Murphy And if you look like you lame, I got a bodyguard that look like Blade I’m walking past the hate, hating is aggravating I’m trying to have them saying… [Hook] [Verse 3: Laws] I don’t care if I’m keeping it real to you and I I’m keeping it real to someone so if you digging up my vibe Then I’m 2Pac, I’m true to me so what more could you want from… A rapper in this modern age, don’t let me be the special one that got away My flow is crack nigga, fiend, put the rock away Not one to fold, that is a rule I can not obey Because I’m hot today, don’t care if tomorrow is a blizzard With thirty inches, I’m chilling ‘cause I got my sleigh I over prepare, I’m putting on a show even if no one is there Janitor folding up chairs and he bobbing his head And I’m giving him daps, all I got is my life story and I’m giving him that I got his hands raising like a pastor praying I’m trying to have them saying… [Hook]